The reason Cheng Shi guessed that the person who invited him was the killer was that, at the instant he touched the attendant's chest, he clearly felt that the other man was a flesh-and-blood puppet.
This puppet's ability to pass itself off as the real thing was incredible. Perhaps no one else would have noticed anything amiss.
But Cheng Shi was different. He had touched far too many people.
Er, that sounded a little strange.
In other words, he knew bodies very well.
That didn't sound quite right either...
Forget it. That was the gist of it. Those who understood, understood.
For a doctor with experience touching people's chests, the instant his fingertips made contact, he could sense the direction of the muscles and fascia inside the other person's body, as well as the pressure of their qi and blood.
And this attendant was clearly very different from a real person.
So it wasn't some boss who had sent him to deliver medicine. Rather, the mastermind had controlled this puppet and used it to invite Cheng Shi.
As for why, Cheng Shi couldn't figure it out.
He avoided the night owls and patrolling attendants in the inn and silently made his way to the bar, which had already closed for the night. Then, following the note's instructions, he spun an empty wine bottle beneath the bar.
The moment the bottle turned, the ground beneath Cheng Shi suddenly became soft and sticky, swallowing him whole.
Cheng Shi's face filled with astonishment, but he had no time to struggle.
At the same time, in the "Bard" room on the second floor.
Du Xiguang came to the center of the room and stood there silently.
After preparing some unknown ritual, he reached out toward Fang Jue.
Fang Jue froze, not understanding.
Du